MANUFACTURER. Fearing people would be up before him, he started out overnight. Morning came, and he found none, so he returned disconsolate to his house. As he came through the garden, he found a great mushroom had grown up in the night by his very door-step. Take the advice of one who knows, and wait a bit.
PIERROT. If that"s your advice.... But tell me this, do you think I shall find her?
MANUFACTURER. I can"t say for certain. Would you consider yourself a fool?
PIERROT. Ah ... of course ... when you ask me a direct thing like that, you make it ... er ... rather awkward for me. But, if I may say so, as man to ma ... I mean as man to ... [_he hesitates_].
MANUFACTURER [_waiving the point_]. Yes, yes.
PIERROT. Well, I flatter myself that ...
MANUFACTURER. Exactly. And that"s your princ.i.p.al danger. Whilst you are striding along gazing at the stars, you may be treading on a little glow-worm. Shall I give you a third verse for your song?
"Life"s a woman calling, Do not stop your ears, Lest, when night is falling, Darkness brings you tears."
[_THE MANUFACTURER"S kindly and impressive tone holds PIERROT as it had held PIERRETTE some moments before. Whilst the two are looking at each other, a little red cloak dances past the window, and PIERRETTE enters with her marketing._]
PIERRETTE. Oh, I"m so glad you"re still here.
MANUFACTURER. But I must be going now. I am a great traveler.
PIERRETTE [_standing against the door, so that he cannot pa.s.s_]. Oh, you mustn"t go yet.
MANUFACTURER. Don"t make me fly out of the window. I only do that under very unpleasant circ.u.mstances.
PIERROT [_gaily, with mock eloquence_]. Pierrette, regard our visitor.
You little knew whom you were entertaining. You see before you the maker of the dreams that slip about the world like little fish among the rushes of a stream. He has given me the bill of lading of his great masterpiece, and it only remains for me to find her. [_Dropping to the commonplace._] I wish I knew where to look.
MANUFACTURER. Before I go, I will give you this little rhyme:
"Let every woman keep a school, For every man is born a fool."
[_He bows, and goes out quickly and silently._]
PIERRETTE [_running to the door, and looking out_]. Why, how quickly he has gone! He"s out of sight.
PIERROT. At last I am about to attain my great ideal. There will be a grand wedding, and I shall wear my white coat with the silver braid, and carry a tall gold-topped stick. [_Singing:_]
"If we play any longer, I fear you will get Such a cold in the head, for the gra.s.s is so wet.
But during the night, Margareta divine, I will hang the wet gra.s.s up to dry on the line."
Pierrette, I feel that I am about to enter into a man"s inheritance, a woman"s love.
PIERRETTE. I wish you every happiness.
PIERROT [_singing teasingly:_]
"We shall meet in our dreams, that"s a thing understood; You dream of the river, I"ll dream of the wood.
I am visiting you, if the river it be; If we meet in the wood, you are visiting me."
PIERRETTE. We must make lots of money, so that you can give her all she wants. I"ll dance and dance until I fall, and the people will exclaim, "Why, she has danced herself to death."
PIERROT. You"re right. We must pull the show together. I"ll do that article for the paper at once. [_He takes paper, ink, etc., from the dresser, and, seating himself at the table, commences to write._]
"There has lately come to this town a company of strolling players, who give a show that is at once musical and droll. The audience is enthralled by Pierrot"s magnificent singing and dancing, and ... er ... very much entertained by Pierrette"s homely dancing. Pierrette is a charming comedienne of twenty, with ..." what color hair?
PIERRETTE. Fair, quite fair.
PIERROT. Funny how one can see a person every day and not know the color of their hair. "Fair hair and ..." eyes?
PIERRETTE. Blue, Pierrot.
PIERROT. "Fair hair and blue eyes." Fair! Blue! Oh, of course it"s nonsense, though.
PIERRETTE. What"s nonsense?
PIERROT. Something I was thinking. Most girls have fair hair and blue eyes.
PIERRETTE. Yes, Pierrot, we can"t all be ideals.
PIERROT. How musical your voice sounds! I can"t make it out. Oh, but, of course, it is all nonsense! [_He takes the bill of lading from his pocket and reads it._]
PIERRETTE. What"s nonsense?... Pierrot, won"t you tell me?
PIERROT. Pierrette, stand in the light.
PIERRETTE. Is anything the matter?
PIERROT. I almost believe that nothing matters. [_Reading and glancing at her._] "Eyes that say "I love you"; arms that say "I want you"; lips that say "Why don"t you?"" Pierrette, is it possible! I"ve never noticed before how beautiful you are. You don"t seem a bit the same. I believe you have lost your real face, and have carved another out of a rose.
PIERRETTE. Oh, Pierrot, what is it?
PIERROT. Love! I"ve found it at last. Don"t you understand it all?
"I am a fool Who has learned wisdom in your school."
To think that I"ve seen you every day, and never dreamed ... dreamed!
Yes, ah yes, it"s one of his beautiful dreams. That is why my heart seems full of the early morning.
PIERRETTE. Ah, Pierrot!
PIERROT. Oh, how my shoulders tingle! I want to soar up, up. Don"t you want to fly up to the roof of heaven and sing among the stars?
PIERRETTE. I have been sitting on the moon ever so long, waiting for my lover. Pierrot, let me try on your smile. Give it to me in a kiss.
[_With their hands outstretched behind them, they lean towards each other, till their lips meet in a long kiss._]
PIERRETTE [_throwing back her head with a deep sigh of happiness._]
Oh, I am so happy. This might be the end of all things.